National Poetry Month: new fig leaf haiku

green fig leaves
above the swelling fruit;
my empty bowl waits
...- Andromeda Jazmon

It's Earth Day week and everything feels full of potential to me. New green all around us and new possibilities... The semester is almost over and I am at the spot where I most enjoy it; the big research paper is turned in and only a few assignments are left, including the final. I actually like it better right before the end of the term than in the beginning of summer break, because none of the vacation is spent yet and the anticipation is at it's height. Does that make sense to anyone else? Reminds me of Wallace Steven's lines about the blackbird, only it's kind of opposite:

I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after. (iv)

On the way to work this morning I saw a blackbird in a cherry tree pecking at the infant fruits. His slender branch hung out over the traffic.

Blackbird dangles,
pecking at green cherries
above the traffic 
...-Andromeda Jazmon 

No picture of the bird so I am giving you another one of young leaves, still unchewed.